Verse

(G)I Am thinking it's A (D)sign
that the freckles in our (Am)eyes
are mirror (C) images and (G)when we kiss
they're (D)perfectly (G)Aligned.
And I have to speculate(D) that God
 himself did (Am7)make us into (C)corresponding
(G) shapes, like puzzle (D) pieces from the (G) clay.
And true it may seem like a (D) stretch, but it's
thoughts like this that (Am) catch my troubled
head (C)when you're (G)away, when I am (D)missing
you to (G) death. When you're out there on the (D) road,
for several weeks of (Am7) shows and when you
scan the radio (G) I hope this (D) song will guide you home.

Chorus

(G) They will see us waving from (D) such
great heights come (Am) down now they'll (Em) say.
But (G) everything looks perfect from (D) far away, come
(Am) down now, but (Em) we'll stay.

Verse

(G)I tried my best to (D)leave, this all on 
your (Am) machine, but the (C)persistant (G)beat it
 sounded thin (D) upon listenin.
And (G) that, frankly will not (D) fly, you will
hear the shrillest (Am) highs and (C)lowest lows
with the windows (G) down when this is (D)guiding
you home.

Chorus

(G) They will see us waving from (D) such
great heights come (Am) down now they'll (Em) say.
But (G) everything looks perfect from (D) far away, come
(Am) down now, but (Em) we'll stay.

Sorry previous one was wrong so.. resubmitting this.